Welcome to Bizarro World

I have spent the last few years convinced that I am living in Bizarro World. I am constantly amazed and taken aback by what goes on in today’s world, specifically what passes for excellence and competence. There are people in this society who have become iconic. The same people would have been laughed at, ignored, or ridiculed 50 years ago. Mediocrity seems to be the order of the day.

The closer I look at the situation, the more that I am convinced that there is nothing wrong with the world. The problem lies with me. The general attitude of anti-intellectualism and mediocrity results from our antiquated and corrupt educational system, cultural malaise, and general apathy. I can’t participate in our society on this level because my instincts and my education (both in and out of the classroom) won’t allow me to identify with the general trend.

Anyone who sees the inconsistencies or weaknesses in the structure of what is going on is out of sync with the way things are meant to function. When most people see an impenetrable network of disparate, complex situations, I see a bunch of holes in the system. Where most people see unsolvable problems, I see opportunities to apply simple solutions that could improve everyone’s total quality of life. In other words, the world (consensus reality) functions as it was designed to function. I don’t fit. I am the Bizarro.

Although I don’t fit, I have no plans to distort myself to go with the current flow. I like myself as I am. I like who I am becoming. I just don’t like my current reality. My goal is to throw out the loser script and start living the winner script. I think the biggest key for me is laughing at life and not taking everything so seriously, or at least not feeling like life is out to get me.

Somewhere in all of this I have forgotten how funny life is. People are funny. Watching people pretend to know what they are doing is especially hilarious. Catching myself doing it is even funnier. Ultimately, I think that we are all making this thing up as we go along, like some super-genius, incredibly complex piece of performance art. I am slowly beginning to realize that how much of this experience is a ridiculous illusion. I still haven’t decided whether being able to see through that illusion is a blessing or a curse. Either way, embracing the comedy instead of the tragedy should make the ride a bit more pleasant and a little more fun.
I get the joke again, even if it is on me.